We are never whole we're born incomplete -- naive, suspicious, trusting, selfish, hungry, afraid dependent on the mercies of others being made everyday in their multiple shapes and shadows, a loosely knotted ball of myriad prejudices, anxieties, mixed memories and learning to call it our "selves" We spend our middle years trying to be whole 'again' chasing a delusion of constructed realities unrequited desires abandoned dreams gather memories, as if they'll last us a lifetime memories that start changing the moment they're born like us The wisdom that we think we get, as we grow old is a piecemeal, primal understanding of our incompleteness our bone deep acceptance that we are a constantly changing part of a mythical whole -- not just a larger whole of another evolving incompleteness, we call humanity, fractured into teeny tiny shards but a whole that we are in what we leave behind on the merciless canvas of time -- as we shed memories lose faculties and people integral to our very idea of ourself We're lucky if we can feel whole looking back at the million holes in our tattered devolving self ready to be one with the larger void of completeness ...
There are always three ways of looking at ourselves…
Your post is from the prism of mind
Through knowledge of our true nature..
We are One
With the Whole…
This is all a play unfolding in our consciousness…
We must realize our true Identity..
By Becoming who We really are